Trickster

I have a tit
For each of your tats
But I don’t flaunt them
Use them like a 2×4
Hitting you over the head
Bringing you down
I just quietly move forward
Into a new positive reality
While you stew in the
Mire of your negativity
Attracting others with your
Victim cries
Wallowing in the cesspool
of your self-inflicted suffering
Seducing others to become your pawns
To do the dirty work for you
In a brilliant pubic relations move
You are the trickster
They can’t see
You are a monster
With a simple-minded agenda
Of destroying others
At any cost

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